Six weeks. The longest and shortest amount of time in the world. Six weeks, was all it took for me to find a new home and a new family. A family that I was ungraciously ripped away from at the end of those six weeks. In the blink of an eye it was all over. Before I knew it everything I did was for the last time. My last chamber rehearsal, World Youth Wind Symphony concert, open rec, camp dance, and cabin night were all over before I knew it. The one “last” I looked forward to was my last breakfast in Stone. Six weeks of powdered eggs permanently damaged my opinion towards eggs. Just typing the word “eggs” makes me cringe and my tongue starts to shrivel. Thinking back to my last two days at Interlochen, it all seems like a weird dream. I don’t mean for that to be some cliché, but it’s just one big, hazy, happy memory. It was too good to be true. I couldn’t have been that happy. Could I? The only things I have to remind me that it actually happened are the pictures and the pile of unwashed uniforms still sitting in the corner of
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The sound echoed through the stage like a shot that hit every single musician in the heart. We had 45 minutes to say goodbyes and to be back in our cabin. 45 minutes to say goodbye to a lifetime’s supply of memories. The overwhelming sense of sadness swelled across the stage. It was over. Everything was over. People rushed off stage to put away instruments, take picture, and to find their camp family before people started leaving. The only problem was that it was impossible. It was impossible to get to everybody. Too many goodbyes went unsaid. To watch people walk away, knowing that I would never see them again was one of the most painful experiences I have ever been through. I didn’t cry that night like other people. I was in denial. It wasn’t ending. It was just another concert. No one was leaving that night or the next day. My family would stay
The sound echoed through the stage like a shot that hit every single musician in the heart. We had 45 minutes to say goodbyes and to be back in our cabin. 45 minutes to say goodbye to a lifetime’s supply of memories. The overwhelming sense of sadness swelled across the stage. It was over. Everything was over. People rushed off stage to put away instruments, take picture, and to find their camp family before people started leaving. The only problem was that it was impossible. It was impossible to get to everybody. Too many goodbyes went unsaid. To watch people walk away, knowing that I would never see them again was one of the most painful experiences I have ever been through. I didn’t cry that night like other people. I was in denial. It wasn’t ending. It was just another concert. No one was leaving that night or the next day. My family would stay